A/N: Yay, I've beat the 1000 word mark! The title roughly means 'private lesson', the other translations are at the end of the chapter.Disclaimer: I still don't own Alex Rider, but maybe we could figure something out if Alex changed his name – right, shush? xD
Cours Particuliers
Alex hurled his pen across his room in frustration. He had spent the past two weeks in front of his desk, catching up with school at first, and then starting to study for his upcoming final exams.
To say he was bored would have been an understatement.
Though he might not have admitted it, he would have been glad to go on some mission by now. His fingers were itching for something more lethal than a fountain pen – those designed by Smithers not counted – his mind was craving a more dangerous challenge than algorithms and alliterations, his body was longing for – well, any sort of action really. But of course, MI6 had for once gone and cancelled anything that might have interfered with his exam preparation, deciding his education was of superior priority this time.
And he bet that Ben would tell him the same thing if he called... Ben would be a most welcome distraction, he mused with a wanton sigh. Before his conscience could protest, he had already formed a plan, a devious smirk spreading over his face as he grabbed for the telephone and dialled. After it had rung twice, Ben picked up.
"Hey Ben, would you mind coming over to help me? I've got some problems with biology and French," Alex asked in the most innocently pleading voice he could muster.
The line was silent as Ben thought for a moment. "Yeah, sure, I'll be there in half an hour, okay?"
"Yes, great. Thank you," Alex replied, letting relief fill his voice. He felt his lips tingling with anticipation. Ben would not even know what hit him...
Alex noticed the way Ben thoughtfully avoided commenting on the determinedly messy hair, the skinny jeans and the transparent shirt which he was wearing, the latter with the top buttons undone. He also remarked the dark eyes straying over the exposed skin of his neck and collarbones and the hands twitching ever so slightly in the direction of his hips. When Ben leaned down to whisper an innocent peck on his cheek, Alex turned quickly turned his head and cheekily ran his tongue across the other's bottom lip, eliciting a disappointing chuckle and no further reaction.
"Let's start, shall we, Alex?" Ben suggested placatively, keeping his voice carefully level. Alex smirked, taking the question as a challenge. "Let's shall," he agreed before adding, "Would you prefer French or biology first?"
"I don't mind either way, really," Ben shrugged.
"Then how about we start with some hands-on activities on the male anatomy," Alex murmured huskily, hooking his thumbs in Ben's belt loops to pull their hips together playfully, demonstrating rather clearly what he intended to study. Ben threw his head back with a guffaw of laughter that sounded only a little deeper than usual.
"Let's start with French, then," he decided, extracting himself from Alex' embrace. "I have a feeling you might get distracted otherwise."
"Mais, monsieur le professeur, j'ai vraiment plusieurs questions concernant ce sujet," Alex slurred the language to the best of his ability, lowering his voice intentionally, making Ben laugh even more.
"Really, Alex, if you make one joke about French kissing, I'm out of here," he threatened emptily.
"Damn, that was next on my list," Alex said dryly, motioning for Ben to sit down so they could begin with the matter at hand. Which was in fact something they had rather different ideas about.
They actually worked for half an hour, Alex studying Ben all the while, watching the way he relaxed slightly now he felt he did not have to be too wary of any more advances. Alex started sucking on one end of his marker, regarding Ben shifting uncomfortably from the corner of his eye. He took care to leave a purposeful smudge of colour on his bottom lip when he put the utensil down and turned to face Ben under the pretension of wanting to ask a question. He hesitated for a moment. Ben smiled lopsidedly.
"Look what you did, Alex," he shook his head and lifted his hand to Alex' cheek, brushing his thumb over the spot to rub it of.
Alex smirked and let tongue and teeth graze over the sensitive finger tip, enjoying the visible shudder that overcame the other. He grabbed Ben's hand with his own, keeping it where it was, not surprised at the lack of resistance. He nuzzled into the warm palm while he got up and straddled the older man. "I think it's time for a change of topic, don't you think?" He muttered into the crook of Ben's neck, peppering his skin with butterfly kisses, smiling when his breath became shaky and goosebumps spread under his lips.
He started opening Ben's shirt with tantalizingly slow motions, letting his fingers ghost over the expanse of bare skin, teasing pink nipples and moving on to the next button. "Who am I to disagree?" Ben sighed throatily, returning the favour of ridding Alex of his shirt. "Kiss me," he demanded.
The teen leaned back, grinning. "French?"
Ben sniggered. "Hell, yes."
"Dit 's'il te plaît'," Alex stalled, withdrawing. Ben readily complied with a gasped 's'il te plaît' when Alex ground his hips down urgently.
Their French kisses were messy and savage, catching up on something denied for too long. They soon stumbled towards the bed, landing in a tumble of sheets and entwined limbs, Alex' upcoming exams forgotten in the rush that was being with the other.
"Now, how about I show you what exactly I meant by 'hands-on activities on the male anatomy'," Alex grinned wildly, raking his nails down Ben's front.
"I'd - ah - like that very much... monsieur le professeur."
Everything else was touch and heat and bliss.
"French and biology, huh?" Ben remarked dryly from his lounging position on Alex' bed. "If there is anything you don't need any help with, it's French and biology."
Alex looked up from his work, turning towards Ben and letting his eyes wander over his lover's very toned and very naked body. He smirked at the love bites he had left on his thighs. "I needed a stress relief," he explained nonchalantly.
"Sneaky little bastard," Ben muttered hiding an appreciative grin.
"It's part of the job description," Alex shrugged and pretended to continue with his studies of Huis Clos. "Did you know there's a lesbian in this book?" He asked, waving it over his shoulder so Ben could try and read the title. "And it's not like your plans didn't coincide with mine," he picked up his former train of thought, miming the innocent distracted student that he was. Yeah, right.
"That's not tr-" Ben started to protest, but Alex interrupted him bluntly with a sarcastic jab. "You were wearing a shirt with poppers, for goodness' sake."
Ben smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "You noticed?" He chuckled and had the decency to look at least slightly embarrassed. "If you knew though, why did you even make the effort? Not that I don't appreciate being, you know, seduced by you, but..." He trailed of and sniggered at his own choice of words. "Why didn't you just ask?"
Alex was silent for a moment, considering the question and carefully coining his reply. "It's not that I don't appreciate you, you know, wearing press studs, but..." he mimicked. "It's more fun this way."
Ben pondered the answer, not having missed the slight hesitation. He realised that Alex was afraid of admitting that he had not even thought of just asking – because just asking had never got him anywhere before. Just like honesty. Then again, Ben had not encouraged open conversations between them, either, assuming some things simply went unsaid. They were a little damaged like that, he guessed.
Stretching, he got up from the bed and collected his boxers before approaching Alex who was once more occupied with his reading matter. Firmly encircling him from behind, Ben pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. "Next time, at least try asking me, d'accord? I'll try to answer, too," he murmured against soft skin and tousled hair.
A short silence followed, the tension that had crept into Alex' shoulders dissolving. "All right," he sighed. "Thanks." He turned in Ben's embrace and stole a long kiss.
"Donc, tu m'expliqueras l'existentialisme, monsieur le professeur?"
A/N: Since I'm not sure if you all speak French, here some rough translations:
Alex says first "But, sir, I've really got several questions on that subject.", and then "Say 'please'"
"d'accord" means "agreed"
And finally, the last sentence means "So, will you explain existentialism to me, sir?"